The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 90 Compensation
After listening to Han Qingquan's words, Han Shuming turned his head and glared at Mrs. Wang with a gloomy expression: "I just said, why are you so weird these days, Tiantian Wang and his family ran away, and they didn't do any work. They ran out in the middle of the night last night. So Doing this behind my back."

"What is this kind of thing? If it weren't for us, they would have starved to death long ago, but now they don't remember my goodness at all. I hide all good things. I just want to see how they do it. The bakery didn't ask them to give me money." Wang still said confidently, not thinking that she had done anything wrong.

Han Shuming didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and slapped Wang, and a bright red slap appeared on Wang's face.Mrs. Wang covered the beaten half of her face, widened her eyes and said in surprise, "How dare you hit me?"

"You murderer, I have worked so hard to raise children for your family, and you dare to treat me like this." Sitting on the ground all at once, she cursed angrily, beating the ground with her hands while cursing, and then He began to squirm and roll, "You heartless, who am I for? You dare to hit me. What's the point of my life? I don't need to live anymore."

Although he said so, Wang just sat there and scolded, and did not make any other movements. It was obvious that he was just talking to scare people.

Looking at Wang who was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up, Han Qianluo suddenly felt very upset. What did she care about with such a rascal? It was meaningless, so she said, "Brother, let's go back."

"Second Uncle, let's go back then." Han Qingquan said.

When the two returned home, Han Qingquan saw the fist-sized hole in the wall at a glance: "I'll get something to plug this hole." After saying that, he went out, and after a while, he carried a basket The mud came back, and carefully sealed the hole.

After plugging up the hole, Han Qianluo was not in a hurry to make cakes, but carefully inspected the room to make sure that there were no other holes in the room before continuing to make cakes.

The next morning, Han Qianluo was about to go out with his things, but he heard Han Qingquan say: "Xiao Luo, after you finish delivering the things, come find me at Xiazi Yuan, and we will go back together."

"Okay, brother, I'll go first." After speaking, Han Qianluo went out with his things.

As soon as Han Qianluo walked to Maji Bakery, the fat guy in the shop quickly said: "Miss Han, you are here, the guy who tied you has been found out."

"Really, that's really great." Han Qianluo was also very happy. Although he had heard about Zhenshanfang from Fan Bo before, after all, he did not get any confirmed news. is the same, that means it should be true.

The fat guy nodded quickly: "Of course it's true. The shopkeeper just found out, and the people at Zhenshanfang have confirmed it. The shopkeeper went to Zhenshanfang to find someone, and he will be back in a while. You wait for a while."

At this time, a young man came out from the back of the house and shouted in surprise: "Qianluo." Han Qianluo followed the voice, and it turned out that it was Wednesday, Zhou's third son, and she was the one who introduced him.

"Wednesday, do you know Miss Han?" The fat guy asked a little strangely.

"We are in the same ri, and it was Qianluo who introduced me to come here." Wednesday replied with a smile, and handed the pastry in his hand to the fat guy.

The fat guy started to place pastries, and Han Qianluo asked casually, "Wednesday, how do you feel here?"

"Very good, thank you Qianluo." Wednesday said gratefully.

The two chatted casually, and on Wednesday they were anxious to go back to work, so they didn't talk for too long, while Han Qianluo continued to wait for Ma Qiaozhong to come back with nothing to do.

After a while, Ma Qiaozhong finally came back, saw Han Qianluo who was waiting, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Qianluo must have been waiting for a long time."

Ma Qiaozhong didn't come back alone, there was another person, this person Han Qianluo also knew, that is Zhen Xiuming.Zhen Xiuming didn't feel embarrassed, and greeted with a smile: "Ms. Han, hello."

"Master Zhen, hello." Han Qianluo also greeted with a smile.

Ma Qiaozhong took the two to the room at the back of the house, and the three of them sat down around the table.It was Ma Qiaozhong who spoke first: "Shopkeeper Zhen, let's talk about this matter yourself."

Zhen Xiuming picked up the tea, took a sip of tea in a concealed manner, cleared her throat and said, "Miss Han, I'm really sorry about what happened a few days ago, I was also confused for a while, I hope you don't take it to heart."

Now that everyone else has said that, Han Qianluo is too embarrassed to continue entangled in this matter, and just about to say that he doesn't care, but Ma Qiaozhong suddenly said: "Shopkeeper Zhen, don't let this matter go like this, Miss Han doesn't want to put matsutake cake If you sell it to you, you resort to such a despicable means, can't it just be an apology, I'm afraid it's not very good?"

Zhen Xiuming laughed twice: "Shopkeeper Ma, don't make yourself so noble, what kind of person are you, do you really think I don't know?"

"Now it's not my business. I didn't do anything bad. Now it's shopkeeper Zhen and you intend to kill someone. This is not a trivial matter. This hurts Miss Han a lot. You can't just say sorry."

Zhen Xiuming didn't speak immediately, drinking tea and meditating, the other two didn't speak either, the room was quiet for a while, only the sound of a few people breathing.After a while, Zhen Xiuming said: "This matter has indeed caused a lot of harm to Miss Han, so how about it, as compensation, I will give Miss Han a few bolts of silk, what do you think?"

Silk, she doesn't know what others think, but Han Qianluo has no interest in this thing, she is not a high-class nobleman, and she can't use the silk fabric, so she refused without hesitation." Shopkeeper Zhen, I don't want this silk anymore."

Zhen Xiuming probably didn't expect that someone would reject such a thing, looked at Han Qianluo very puzzled, and said a word: "Oh?"

"Shopkeeper Zhen, although silk is a good thing, it is not practical for me at all, so you can replace it with other things." Han Qianluo said, she would not be so stupid as to refuse Zhen Xiuming's compensation.

Zhen Xiuming raised her eyebrows, looking very interested: "Then what kind of compensation does Miss Han want?"

Han Qianluo thought about it seriously, but she couldn't figure out what to ask for. Generally speaking, she should ask for money, but asking for money, she thinks it's a bit simple. Such a famous pastry shop in the whole capital, a time-honored pastry shop The shop is definitely not that simple, so she thinks that she should think about some compensation.

"Qianluo, are you looking for compensation?" Ma Qiaozhong asked with a smile.

Han Qianluo nodded in agreement, and Ma Qiaozhong smiled maliciously: "The treasurer Zhen is related to a lot of nobles, and their family has married many nobles in the city."

Han Qianluo understood what Ma Qiaozhong meant, and of course Zhen Xiuming also understood, so he shouted angrily, "Ma Qiaozhong!"

"Shopkeeper Zhen, this is a good thing. I wish I could have such a relationship. There is nothing to be angry about." Ma Qiaozhong said with deep meaning.

Before Han Qianluo could speak this time, Zhen Xiuming said consciously, "I have an older sister who married into the noble Zhang family and hasn't had a child for so many years. I heard that you have a younger brother. Can you see if this works? Let your younger brother be adopted by my elder sister, and he will no longer be a commoner in the future, but a nobleman, and he can be an official in the future."

"No." Han Qianluo refused without even thinking about it, but thinking of Sanwei's nagging desire to study, he said, "Sanwei wants to study, can you find a gentleman to let him study?"

"That's no problem." Zhen Xiuming agreed immediately, and said quickly, "Then let's talk about it, and I'll go find someone when I get back." After speaking, she stood up and said, "I still have something to do, so I will Leave first." After speaking, he hurriedly left, as if afraid of Han Qianluo's repentance.

After Zhen Xiuming left, Han Qianluo realized that there was one thing he had forgotten, and that was to ask his second aunt Wang if he was instigating her, but the next question was the same, so she also stood up: "Then I will leave first too. , Today’s matter is really thanks to Shopkeeper Ma.”

"What are you talking about? We are a cooperative relationship, and we should help each other." Ma Qiaozhong said indifferently.

After leaving Maji Bakery, Han Qianluo went to Yuan Xiazi to look for Han Qingquan.Blind Yuan is an elderly fortune-teller in Dongshi, but he is not blind, but he is blind in one eye. I don't know why everyone calls him Blind Yuan.

Blind Yuan's booth is fixed, and it is there every day, so Han Qianluo quickly found the blind Yuan's booth, and also saw Han Qingquan, matchmaker Sun Shi, and neighbor Li Shi who were there.

"Aunt Sun, Aunt Li." Han Qianluo walked over and shouted.

"Xiao Luo is here, wait for a while, let's go back together." Li Shi said with a smile.

Han Qianluo stood quietly and waited for them to combine their horoscopes. She had no interest in these deceptive words, so she didn't pay much attention to what the fortune-teller said.

After a while, the matter was finally finished, and several people went home together, and they chatted along the way, but Han Qianluo was not very interested in what they chatted, so he didn't interrupt, just walked quietly.

After returning to Qianyangli, the people separated and went home. As soon as Han Qianluo walked into the house, he quickly said to Han Qingquan: "Brother, that Zhen Xiuming came to apologize today and made compensation."

"Oh, what did he pay for?" Han Qingquan also asked with great interest.

Han Qianluo walked to the front hall, sat on the stool, and poured himself a cup of tea: "He said to give us some bolts of silk, but I don't think it's useful, so I don't want it."

(End of this chapter)